Whole, Home, Forgiven

by Nate Harkness

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You’re hand is like a wet
Cold cloth on my warm bare back

And I start awake
Latching on, drawing life from your breast from your veins

You said if seed falls to the ground
And dies it comes around to life
And spreads a thousand seeds to find
The fertile soil, the tilled and toiled

You said a lamp should never hide
The light in camps of darkness where
The blind have stumbled on for ages
Tearing pages from their minds

And if the smallest seed could sleep
In richest beds and start to root
With mighty branches reaching up
It makes a shady place to rest

And oh…
I will be whole
I will be home
I’ll be with the Lord
And be forgiven

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released 24 December 2011

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